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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Overdose lyrics

[Intro]

I ain't no bad person, no

Ayy I ain't no gangster, ain't no killer

I ain't no gangbanger, I'm me

Like everybody make mistakes, that's life

Name one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?

Man like we, I don't know what to say

I don't know if I'm targeted

I don't know if it's from what I speak about, like I don't know

I just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me

Yeah, yeah

And they ain't never seen this shit before

Ooh, BigHead on the beat

Young nigga shit

Bitch, gang, gang, gang, gang, hrrr

38 Baby

[Verse]

Without no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain

Reminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains

Without no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain

I ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed

I was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past

I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag

Havin' shootouts broad day and we runnin' from task

I put my flex down, never sit down, I told that bitch I'll never stand down

Creepin' on your block with a hundred rounds

Go to shoot and try to run

Hop out the whip and we gon' run you down

Shoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads

Now he can't make a sound

Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down

Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit

357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain quick

Sippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit

Doin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass

I told her turn around and bust it open

That Soulja Slim, that C Murder, come in the tank just like No Limit soldier

I'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'

Say he a gangster, got his chest out

When I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him

None of these niggas ain't never play with me

Play with me, I bet you see

Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep

Bitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets

Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet

Got 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in

People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in

Same shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again

Bitch I'm screamin' fuck you, never change, thuggin' to the end

I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?

Why they steady sayin' the gon' snatch my chain though?

You want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?

Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow

I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)

I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah)

Overdose, I kill 'em slow

What's the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever

You ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper

You play with me, bitch ain't no hidin', ain't nobody can help you

Send your ass to the devil, in envelope like a letter

Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it

It's all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it

I ain't shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it

Double G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin'